Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Martin, you shall be our king.
No way! I didn't do it!
My coat of arms is a Spider-Man couchant on a field vert.
around on the couch like a bum, 'cause that's my thing!
I'll admit the vow of celibacy is one of our sterner challenges.
Come on, feel the Lord Heaven's your reward
That's my favorite game. That's my favorite game.
I've got something to say.
The name's Father Sean.
Pelt all you want, but revenge will be Willie's.
Now I forgot who won Bud Bowl VIII.
You're responsible for this, Simpson!
Tralloo Trallay!
Why does that woman thwart my sporadic interest in my children?
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome--
He's right-- can't we all get together and concentrate on our real enemies?
That's right.
You have to cheat.
Hop in, boy.
There's 37 cents in the coin caddy and stay out of my diary!
Mom, you believe me, don't you?
you can always find absolution in the sacrament of confession.
Yeah, whatever.
Mom, that's blasphemy!
STRETCH OUT YOUR ARMS LIKE OUR LORD ON THE CROSS!
"Local father, son may swith religions"
when Saint Peter himself appears before me.
Forget it!
Well, it's a little harder than that.
Why did you guys have to take me away?
I shall pattern my reign on Enguerrand VII, Sire de Coucy!
Okay, let's make some magic here.
Bart, we're here to bring you back to the one true faith,
Her husband, too.
Which we've since abolished.
No! No, I've already assigned each of you a role in the medieval court.
Bingo?
Bart the Impaler?
in the privacy of your own soul is your business,
the Western branch of American Reform Presbylutheranism.
So now, what do we call it when the communion